episode_0125

“So… To summarize what you said, a few years later, a great battle was taking place between the 72 Demon Lords with the fate of the world at stake, but you didn’t even increase your power and were just playing magic, right? Are you really crazy?”

I said in astonishment.

I knew he was crazy, but he really was crazy.

Considering that he got so angry and attacked me so quickly when I told him that I had abandoned reason, this guy was truly a madman.

“Hahaha! This is some kind of deception tactic! Beings with weak or no power like me do not receive attention and attention. Isn’t there a part of the demon territory we fought in there? That’s the hideout I prepared for you. This area of Khorne appears to be isolated from the demon realm, but in fact, part of it has been cut out and hidden.”

Decaravia straightened his back proudly as he said that.

The guy’s grinning expression.

This guy actually had a plan to run away and hide, not caring whether there was destruction outside or not.

“Besides, if I focus on magic, you might not know? Will we go beyond the realm of Regalia and reach the realm of Magus, on the same level as the Demon God?”

I calmed down for a moment and thought.

Still, it’s not like I was completely idle without any measures in place.

Hiding?

That wasn’t a bad solution.

It would be the option with the highest chance of survival.

And I also knew why fate led me to the land of the Magic Round Table.

Fate knew that this crazy guy would see my grimoire and the spell in the Babel code and jump out into reality, and that if he hid, it would be a pain in the ass.

I was able to find that fate’s calculations were quite accurate.

‘Isn’t the purpose of fate simply the reproduction of myth? Are you trying to prevent this destruction by turning me into a demon? Is this really a humanitarian reason?’

It was difficult to guess fate’s intentions and principles of action.

You probably know that I’m from another universe. What are you thinking?

I put aside the topic of fate for now and continued asking Decarabia questions.

“Dekirabia What does it mean that you are the 69th ranked Demon King? 69th in force size? Or is there a separate standard?”

“Hmm~ Huh? Uh, that hierarchy is just the order of becoming a demon lord. It means that he became the 69th Demon King. The higher the rank, the stronger and greater the power, but it is not absolute. There is also the case of Belial.”

The guy wasn’t paying any attention to me anymore and was stroking Lemegeton with a sinister expression on his face.

Even the vertices of the pentagram drawn in the guy’s magical eye were twisting and rotating this way and that, and the magic thread was gently scraping the Lemegeton.

This guy… What are you doing with my Lemegeton?

I knew from understanding his mind that he was using magic to understand my Lemegeton, but he was handling my Lemegeton like a pervert.

I continued to ask questions, thinking that this was the end and that I should not give Lemegeton to him next time.

Information on other demon lords, magic training, magic, and even the dragon called the Seonju race.

It was only after I had thoroughly cleaned up the information he had that I was satisfied and able to organize the place.

“Floris, as I said before, officially recognize Grimoire as the name of the Magic Round Table. Please consult with Luise Advan for details.”

“Yes…! I will keep this in mind!”

I woke up before I knew it, gave an order to Floris, who was kneeling and listening to Decaravia, and was about to leave.

First of all, if I live or enter the Tower of the Round Table, everyone will look at me strangely, so I have to come out secretly and live outside for a while.

“Ah! Grimoire! I will research that too! And there was also something called Babel code! What is that again? Is this the same spell felt in this Lemegeton?!”

Decarabia, who was depressed after losing the Remegeton to me, was happy to discover a new toy and jumped up and down in place.

A guy jumping up and down.

Since I was already fed up with the guy, I dodged his charge and took out the remaining grimoire from subspace.

Countless piles of uncontrollable grimoires that cannot be communicated.

Flames and dirt erupted in the air, and surrounding objects began to be torn and damaged frequently.

“Do your own research… Babel code can also be obtained through this.”

“Ah! This engraving! It’s not an ordinary enchantment… Wow! What is this spiritual language!? The aesthetics of these lines and dots are so beautiful!”

Hehehehe! Hahahaha!

I pretended not to see Dekarabia hugging the grimoires and going berserk under mental attack as I left the Tower of the Round Table.

It was already late at night when I came out.

I thought, regaining my peace of mind.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to catch the Demon King any more this time… Shall I train in the magic arts to become the Demon King and aim for the unification of the Empire’s homeland?’

If Dekaravia, who was throwing attacks that even I could not deal with calmly, such as the ultimate spell, was evaluated as not dying, it would not have been wise for me to cross the demon territory and engage in a grapple with the demon lord.

There is no choice but to wait for 7 years.

So, in order to prepare for the confrontation between the 71 Demon Lords, I decided to create the forces on the ground first.

In a great war where hundreds of Demon Lords and A-level demons, who were quite strong even in the S-class, will descend, ordinary people will not be of much help, but they will be able to help me with their intelligence and small hands and feet.

For now, I decided to focus on training for the time being, leaving it to Floris, Decarabia, and Luisi to make me the actual ruler of the Magic Round Table.

The goal of this training is the Demon King.

Reaching the level of a demon and a demon lord.

And in order to become a demon, the previous stage of a demon lord, it was necessary to get close to the demon realm.

I left Coron and walked to Kent, a nearby satellite city.

Even though the Magic Round Table implicitly rejected magic, it did not mean that there were no magicians who practiced magic.

In the first place, this is the imperial homeland where magic practitioners only straighten their backs.

Naturally, many magicians practiced magic, and Kent was a place where magicians of the Magic Round Table would settle down.

So when I was halfway on the road to Kent.

I felt the eyes of the devil targeting me.

A powerful presence contained in the gaze.

‘You noticed. Well, I used the power of fate, even preyed on the fate that was in me, and Decaravia died at my hands once and came back to life, so there’s no way those who observe fate won’t recognize me.’

I opened the sleeping essence of the magical eye and moved my gaze to the magical area that I had unconsciously excluded until now.

71 pairs of gazes met like that.

Eyes that face reality in the deepest part of the Demon Realm, the lowest and most fundamental place in the universe.

The eye contact between me and the demon lords continued for a moment.

All the demon lords were watching my existence.

And a sense of presence that simply came from a mighty soul poured over me.

It was just a gaze without any special abilities, but with so many beings concentrating their presence at once, a pressure was created that would instantly destroy an ordinary soul.

I checked the strength of each of them with my original magical eye and created a rule from the heavenly magic table.

[Stealth]

The rules covered me, blocking their view.

Only then was I able to escape the direct gaze.

Of course, unusual means such as Baal’s Celestial Eye, Vassago’s Prophecy, Shax’s Sense, Chaim’s Foresight, and Valak’s Truth continued to try to perceive me, regardless of the rules.

Thanks to the obstruction of the boundary that still remained, separating reality from the demon realm and blocking my ability to see through my rules, my gaze soon dispersed.

As I hurriedly walked away and avoided looking at the space meticulously, I remembered what Havas had said before.

ㅡDemon kings can insight into the fate and present of the world through the source of the demon realm. ㅡ

‘Is this the current insight that Havas was talking about? ‘If you don’t follow the rules of hiding, you have to keep receiving attention, so it’s a bit inconvenient.’

Of course, their gaze didn’t do me any harm, but I couldn’t let them see my every move.

After all, the Demon King was my enemy.

‘Now that all the demon lords have noticed that I have returned, they will attack me with their forces.’

I wouldn’t be surprised if demons or knights from some kingdom suddenly attacked me soon.

However, since I have also caught the Demon Lord, such small things are not worth worrying about.

I arrived in Kent and continued training to become a demon, not caring what the demon lords would do.

The first one is demonic nature.

So, we started by strengthening the connection with the Demon Station.

Demonic power was originally the ability to strengthen oneself by drawing in the magic power of demonic forces.

However, Decarabia said that it was only an additional function, and that the original purpose of the demonic nature was to connect and become familiar with the demonic force and one’s soul.

In other words, demonic nature is the foundation and foundation of magic.

As he said, I practiced to maximize and deepen my demonic abilities.

A demonic process that goes on easily, perhaps thanks to a strong mind or spirit.

During the process of deepening my demonic nature, I felt magical energy beginning to seep into my spirit.

The spirituality of the spirit and the spirituality of the body are partially deteriorated.

But it wasn’t a bad change.

The soul began to possess magical power, became more distinct, became independent, and grew.

I realized that the spirit power was taking a step forward from the level of the spirit master.

With the visible results, I began to deepen my magical power, and before I knew it, I realized that magical energy had completely seeped into my soul.

Perfect identification of magic and soul.

I have now moved on to the next step.

The stage of bringing the demonic realm to reality.

Originally, this was used to extract the demon’s magic power into reality, synchronize with my actions, and interfere with other people’s magic and auras, but Decaravia said that the orthodox method was to use the soul as a medium to cross the boundary and touch the demon’s heart. .

Normally, at this stage, I would communicate with the demon or demon lord and make a contract, but since it was useless for me, I moved on to the next step.

Buuu

A part of the demonic force was forcibly caught in my mind and soul and brought back to reality.

The scale was so large that reality and the demonic realm shook violently in both directions.

Originally, I couldn’t bring a demon of this size into reality due to the interference from the border, but I do have the Remegeton.

The boundary that separates the demon realm from reality melted away in my Lemegeton, and thanks to this, a demon realm of an impossible size appeared in reality.

The darkness and magic revealed like that, the crumbs of the soul, the dregs of emotions.

A disorderly space mixed with evil.

The accommodation I was staying in had already been swallowed up by the demonic forces that descended on reality and disappeared.

I nodded as I looked at the Demon Station, which made me feel sick just by looking at it.

Originally, if all the impurities of the demon realm brought into this reality were washed away, it would become a sub-space, but my sub-space already has a sufficient amount of it, having plundered most of the sub-space of Dekarabia, who was the demon lord.

I wanted to become a demon by devouring this disorderly space.